We dare not talk
of love
Time has robbed us
of its spark
Ever since when
to forever and then
We live in its shadow
— holding hands in the dark
(Poems Of Love: February, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt this poem reminds me of two things fear and aging. Passion may be suppressed by trepidation or habit and time. A beautiful write my friend
The larceny of time ...
It happens all the time
Kurt, I feel this. That space where love still exists but no longer speaks easily is painfully familiar. Well expressed, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Many thanks.
Most welcome, Kurt.
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